Descriptive Essay About Kwon

I walked off the floor with sweat dripping from my hair. So many thoughts flew through my head that I couldn’t focus on anything. My junior year of basketball felt like it ended as quickly as a blink. It was as if in seconds we went from the stars of the state tournament to the embarrassments of it. I tried to forget the disappointment of it but it still will not leave. My desire and love to win games comes from the more apparent hatred of losing them. Junior year we had a chance to win a state championship, but we lost that chance. That was when I realized that I had one chance left to win. Senior year our basketball success would only be as rewarding as we would make it. The pressure placed on ourselves was substantial, and we faced trials on the road to success. In the end, we stood alone, crowned as the champions, not letting our chance slip away.

It was a hot summer day in Hammond, Louisiana and I was pouring down sweat like I had just jumped in a pool. The game was just about to begin, me and my team was eagle eyeing the bomb squad. It was so quiet that you could hear your own sweat hitting the bench. The umpire broke up everyone’s concentration by saying, “play ball”! The defense had ran out on the field and I started rolling ground balls from 2nd to short-stop to third base. They had all made good throws back to me and then I threw the ball into the dug-out because the game had begun.

aturday 1777, I had a soccer game. The games started at 12;30, as I arrived at the game, I kept getting nervous and nervous. The frogs were a really good team and this was a huge game to us. This game determined if we made it to the championship or not. I knew all of my teammates were going to give it their all and so was I. If we won, we were going to go to the web and later on that night, stay the night at amy's house. Everyone was counting on the best player, jessa. Jessa was nice and super smart. I really looked up to her. Our team had 14 girls on the team. Our team was one of the best teams, in the district. The game had started, the frogs got the ball first, we took the ball supper quick.We were up 17 points, when the other other team,

I step up to the plate. The hot lights of the Mets stadium hit my face. Clayton Kershaw was pitching. He is the best pitcher in the MLB. The pitch comes. It was a slow hanging curveball right over the middle. I swing will all my might. I hear the crack of the bat and I see the ball fly over the fence. I trot around the bases and I am approaching home plate. I step on home then I wake up.

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I ran upstairs as fast as I could, panting and wheezing the entire way. Once I reached our locker room, I did not hesitate. I jumped into the shower. The freezing water made me recoil as it touched my skin. I rushed through my daily shower routine. When finished, I tied my damp, tangled hair up in the warm, soft towel. The second I walked into the locker room, I got a multitude of sweet,

My hands were a little damp, as I was anxious and a little nervous as to what the day ahead of me held. This is similar to the sweat people get when they work hard. I believe it is a symbol of hard work paying off. The sweat that was on my hands was symbolic of my hard work, and now that visit is the reward. After we parked, my parents and I walked through the Livingston Campus towards the outdoor ticket booth, the place where we said we would meet. As we were walking towards the ticket offices on that cold, grey Saturday morning, my mind was spinning thinking about many different things. It kind of felt like I was walking in slow motion and that my thoughts were taking over my body. I was curious as to what was going to happen during the day that laid ahead of me. In front of me I saw a door swing open and noticed that it was the coaching staff. A few steps later, we were standing face to face with the staff. After we all chatted for a few moments, the exciting part of my day was about to

Coach started to get emotional telling us a story about holding a rope for each other and saying

“If you want to.” his reply was hinted with a pessimistic taste. I couldn’t help but feel like we were done for the year after this loss. It resembled the last 3 straight years of going 8-8 and not going to the playoffs. Despite this I still had hope we could make the best

“As the QB how do you feel know that Kyle the game before state tore his ACL.”

Today was an important day, sports meeting. In the morning, we had the opening dance. And we won the best team award. The first event was 3000 meters, but I had no ranking. There were long-jump, and solid sphere. In the afternoon, we had jump-rope and shooting, and we won the second in jump-rope and shooting. Our class teacher told me “friendship first competition second.” When all the events were over, I went to play basketball. After the end of the sports meeting, we took a photo in front of the flag.

On this bright and sunny day of August. I was very happy and excited to be starting my first day of Booker T. Washington high school as a freshman.Today I am going to tryout for pom with my friends Maddison, Haleema, and Jose. As I walk out the school doors to go home and get ready for pom tryouts I get butterflies in my stomach because I’m very nervous. When we are driving up to the school I look at all the people who are here and I know that Haleema, Maddison,Jose and I have to try our best if we really want to make it.The next couple of days as I walk down the hall I see the boys and girls who tried out for pom rushing to an orange paper hanging on the wall next to the lockers. On the paper I see Maddison and I made the team. That moment I noticed that Haleema and Jose were a little disappointed because they tried their hardest. So they decided to join track the next day. Maddison and I were very excited that we had pom practice the next day.

CE: Well coach, you had your bye week last week. Did you use that as an opportunity to relax or did you use it to push the kids harder, knowing they wouldn't have to compete for a while?

The time to walk across the stage and receive my diploma had come. I was nervous once we entered Silke Field. (Silke Field was Springfield's football stadium and also where we were going to have our graduation ceremony). Our principal and a couple of fellow students gave a speech. During the speech students would inflate a beach ball and throw it in the air, sort of like a “prank”. I could see the beach balls flying in the air and was happy when it blocked the sunlight from my face. The sun was coming to a sunset and it filled the entire sky with deep colors of rubies. Once the speech concluded, it was time to receive our diplomas. My row stood up and waited to be called individually to get our diplomas. “Hipolito Alvarado” was called, I was so nervous. Every noise turned silent as if someone had pushed the mute button on the remote. I received my diploma and returned to my seat. This moment felt surreal. I had completed my first goal of many in

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